This story began as a metafiction satire inspired by reading too much Hemingway. It was in the spirit of affectionate teasing for all of those male writers who take themselves too seriously and want to be the next Hemingway / Hunter Thompson / Charles Bukowski.

Then, we decided to do something different. We are adults and these are our decisions.

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